This is a song about "Isaac can t rap"

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Can you rap, or do you just talk shit when you spit?

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

If we can rap thats all that matters,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

I can rap about facts that matter and rhyme

I shine, you shine, so we shine

Because your pops wasn't anxious

U can rap fast with practice

I am just a man

I rap the best i can

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one